Page 180 of Bitter Poetry

God! Do I want him to turn it off or up?

He decides for me by turning it off.

“Go to sleep.”

“Ugh! As if.”

The shadowy figure standing next to the bed catches the corner of my eye. I squeal, and my pussy clamps tightly over the damn vibrator.

“Fuck, my ears,” Christian mutters. The bed dips as he slips into the bed facing me.

My mind and body are going haywire between two hot naked bodies. Dante chooses that moment to switch the vibrator back on.

It’s too much. My legs twitch.

Dante catches my wrists again.

Christian palms my upper thigh to pin it against my lower one. “Turn it up,” he says gruffly.

“Numh! God!”

“Higher,” Christian says. “I want to get her off.”

“It might not be enough,” Dante says calmly as if he’s not helping Christian to pin me.

“I think it is. Look at her face,” Christian replies.

The climax side-swipes me, and a cry of tormented pleasure escapes my lips. I twitch and thrash as it continues to vibrate. “God! Take it out!”

“No, don’t,” Christian says. “Keep it in. I want to see if she’ll come again.”

Sweat breaks out across my skin. I strain to break their hold. The vibrator is still going, and my body pitches straight for another high.

I want to kill them.

I want to come again more, but I’m convinced it can’t possibly happen this quickly twice, and that I’m doomed to be left hanging.

My answer arrives in the form of a climax so hard that my core cramps around the vibrator… And now I can’t stop, stuck in a weird am I/aren’t I climaxing plane of existence with my heart thumping so wildly in my chest it’s a wonder I don’t expire.

“Once more,” Christian says. “Wait. Put her on her back so I can see her face properly.”

“Please, no.” I don’t sound coherent. The words are more like sobs. I try to resist, but they just tip me onto my back and hold me there.

“Fuck just look at her,” Dante says.

“She’s definitely going to come again,” Christian says. “Look how hard her nipples are, poking through the T-shirt. Poor baby is close.”

I’m convinced I’m still in the throes of the last climax when yet another tears through me. My voice turns hoarse, and all that leaves my lips is a silent scream.

They finally turn it off. I burst into tears, trembling violently. Their hands stroking over my skin feel like liquid flames.

“Such a good girl.”

“G-god! I-I can’t breathe.”

Christian grasps the vibrator and tugs. My pussy has a stranglehold on it, and there is a stretched moment of resistance before it comes free. He immediately pushes his fingers inside me.

“No!” My spine jackknifes.